Saving the Heartthrob Frenemy-Chapter 432: The King’s fate

Bo Ailun watched her walk past them with her subordinates following behind her. He was a little confused but this wasn’t the time to delve into the sudden change in attitude. "Let’s go," he ordered and they left with Qie Xieling and Luo Muchen in their care.

***

Luo Muchen’s eyelids fluttered open, and a searing pain shot through his temples as his eyes struggled to adjust to the blinding light. Disoriented and alarmed, his gaze darted around the familiar room. As his vision cleared, he caught sight of the muted broadcast across the medical bay. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

A sense of panic flooded his mind looking for Qie Xieling. He pushed himself up, his muscles protesting the sudden movement. His heart raced as he searched for any sign of him. His eyes fell on the capsule nearby and found Qie Xieling still unconscious but seemingly breathing peacefully.

Just as he was about to swing his legs over the side of the capsule, a group of doctors and Bo Ailun burst into the medical bay. The doctors, their white coats billowing behind them, hurriedly approached his capsule, their expressions a mix of concern and professionalism. Their presence was both reassuring and unnerving.

"Please, don’t move," one of the doctors urged gently, his voice laced with urgency. Luo Muchen heard the urgency in his voice and didn’t move. He watched as the doctors surrounded him, their gloved hands examining him with precision while he rubbed his temples, attempting to alleviate the throbbing pain.

"Qie Xieling... how is he?" his voice trembled with worry, his concern for his sweetheart overpowering his own discomfort. His eyes remained fixed on Qie Xieling’s motionless form while waiting for an answer.

Bo Ailun, standing steadfastly by Luo Muchen’s side, placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Captain, Qie Xieling is fine," he replied, his voice steady. "The doctors are taking care of him. You just need to focus on your own recovery right now."

Luo Muchen’s tension eased slightly at his words, but he couldn’t fully relax until he saw Qie Xieling awake and well.

The doctors finished their examination, their expressions growing more relaxed with each passing moment. Finally, they stepped back, allowing Luo Muchen to step out of the healing capsule and approach Qie Xieling’s figure.

"We will take a look at him for you, Your Majesty," said another one of the doctors reassuring him.

Luo Muchen approached Qie Xieling as well. He studied Qie Xieling’s face, the lines of worry etched upon it an indication of what they had endured together. He gently reached out, placing a hand on Qie Xieling’s hair and gently stroking it. His touch served as a silent reassurance.

With a mixture of hope and trepidation, he whispered, "Wake up, my love. I miss you."

The doctors, "..."

Bo Ailun who was used to this didn’t even bat an eye. He just glanced at the affectionate gaze the captain was giving Qie Xieling. Ahhhh, it was bone-chilling to watch.

***

Luo Muchen descended a narrow spiral staircase, the dim torchlight casting eerie shadows on the stone walls. The air grew colder with each step, and a sense of foreboding settled over him. As he navigated the labyrinthine passageways, he couldn’t shake the feeling that this place had lost souls still lingering with unresolved matters. He knew that the king over the years had held family members who dared to oppose him down here. Once they crossed that threshold and those doors closed they were never to be seen ever again.

Despite the ghostly aura lingering, the walls and floors were impeccably clean. The meticulously maintained surroundings only intensified the chilling atmosphere. Luo Muchen’s footsteps echoed softly as he approached the cell, the sound bouncing off the cold stone walls.

At the end of the passage, shielded by a formidable metal door was the king’s cell. Luo Muchen paused preparing himself to meet the man who had ruined his, his actual father’s, grandfather’s and other of his ancestors’ lives.

Taking a deep breath he inputted his biometrics into the scanner with a murderous aura surrounding him. The door responded with a faint mechanical whir, and the heavy barrier slowly swung open.

Inside the cell, the King a once-revered man that he looked up to when he was young, sat strapped to a chair. He was still in the other man’s body but his tyrannical aura was still very visible. His eyes burned with a mixture of anger and frustration, his face etched with the lines of a man consumed by his own darkness.

Now that he couldn’t hurt anyone else Luo Muchen wanted him to pay for his crimes. Death was too easy for him. He stepped into the cold room, his eyes never leaving the king’s defiant gaze. His voice filled with determination he spoke, "You will finally get your wish. I will spare your life and you will live as long as this man would have lived. You will witness through the broadcast the demise of the nobles who conspired with you. They will suffer as you have made others suffer."

"You will watch me destroy everything you built. I will burn it all to the ground and no one will remember your name. I will erase all your traces from history... Your statues, your monuments and... your portraits."

The king’s eyes widened with a mix of disbelief and anger. He had expected his son’s wrath but this was too cruel. All the achievements he made unifying the Zeden Coalition, and all his hard work were going to be forgotten. This brat was taking away his legacy.

Luo Muchen knew death would have been an escape. It would be too easy for the king who had orchestrated so much pain and suffering. Now, he would be forced to witness the downfall of his legacy and his allies, his power crumbling around him.

Luo Muchen’s voice hardened as he continued, "Enjoy your stay... oh and enjoy the show."

"MUCHEN YOU MOTHERF @$$@#$@ I WILL #%@#$# I WILL KILL YOU!!!" bellowed the king as Luo Muchen turned to leave the cell. The door closed behind him, sealing his father’s ungodly curses from the rest of the world.

The coldness of the prison clung to him but with each step back through the passageways his shoulders relaxed. That monster would never see the sun again.